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New Book, “Chicken Soup for the Fuck You,” is here.
My new book, Chicken Soup for the Fuck You: Inspirations, Observations, and Character Assassinations is now available in print and Kindle format via Amazon. Here’s a little about the book: “Chicken Soup for the Fuck You” is spit straight from the hyperactive brain of a lifelong oddball who has, to put it simply, seen some…
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Have A Very Goopy Christmas, Take Two
I posted yesterday about my new blog, Math Makes Me Poop, but apparently I was still suffering from Almost-Christmas-Break Teacher Brain and the link I tried to post didn’t actually work. So let’s try this again: here’s a post from the new blog. I hope you like it. Have a Very Goopy Christmas | Math…
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Kids are Weird, Man.
Edit: Now with a real, live, working link to the new blog! Sorry about that. Some of you might know that when I’m not writing, I’m teaching. This year, I’m working with a brilliant, hilarious, adorable kid I call Little G, and I’ve created a new blog to chronicle some of our adventures. We do…
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Harry Potter, Dancing for Boobies, and Paying the Bills
I’m finally making time to get back into writing for income, not just to purge my head. I’ll be posting articles I write for different web sites here, along with the usual stuff you all are used to. As always, I appreciate your support. (Yes, I can tell when you guys are paying attention, even…
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On English Classes, Guts and Expectations
Some of you might know that I went back to school recently. I am required, as part of the standard curriculum, to take an English class. I thought about testing out of the class, but decided to go through with it because I don’t exactly have a ton of experience writing the kind of things college…
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Why Saying “Happy Holidays” Proves that You’re a Child of Satan
You know what sucks? People wanting you to be happy, but not expressing it in exactly the way you think they should. Seriously, there’s nothing worse than exchanging cursory pleasantries with another person and having them wish you well in totally the wrong way. It’s that time of year, folks. Peace and love, joy…
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The Epic Battle Between Bassist and Insect (That was really neither epic, nor a battle)
It’s not a secret that beloved doesn’t like insects. He will kill them, and I believe he actually enjoys the process, when the electric bug-zapping fly swatter is charged. It is not charged at the moment, and herein lies the problem. We have errands to run today. Beloved was going to take a shower first,…
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Banished from the Plastic Princess Kingdom
Baby girl got a set of Disney Princess dolls from her father’s girlfriend. I don’t have anything in particular against the Princesses, although I vastly prefer Grimm’s Cinderella tale to the sappy sweet animated cartoon versions, simply because I prefer the dark and slightly macabre to the fluff and fabricated happy endings. The argument that…
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In Which I Save My Child From A Tarantula, Inflicting Major Psychological Damage on Myself
Caution: This post may be traumatic for arachnophobes. So the other night, there was a spider in baby girl’s room. We live in an old house, you may remember, with cracks and gaps and a dirt basement below and the outdoors all around, and occasionally, crawly things wander in and decide to hang out for…
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